Booby, Booby, Booby, Booby, Aaaaaaarrrrrgggghhhh!

Every year thousands of women opt to go under the knife for a boob job. And I have to admit that I did dabble briefly with the idea when I was in my early twenties and a size 32A. It’s most girls dream to have a cleavage to display when they are wearing a dress or low cut top and at a 32A I didn’t really have a cleavage to fill out my tops.

I went as far as seeing the surgeon and discussing the size and type of implant to have and I recall at the time he was suggesting that I opted for a B cup, small by today’s standards as more and more girls go for supersizing to DD and above.

It just makes me think how lucky I was not to elect to go under the knife given the number of nightmare stories you read about botched boob jobs. I was just reading a bout a girl who’s implants burst, leaking fluid which collected under her arm pit.

She was implanted with silicone gel implants made by Poly Implant Prosthese who were closed down by the French Authorities. The company had gone out of business after being accused of fraudulently using non-approved silicone gel for almost 10 years.